To most people, Harold seemed like an average, forty year old bear.  He was a lawyer with a superb record and was involved in a number of local charities.  A few people found it odd that he lived in such a secluded area outside the city, but he always said he just enjoys his privacy.  No one thought he could be involved in anything remotely bad.
  Harold had taken the day off work to set things up for his daughter's fifth birthday.  She was still off at Kindergarten and wouldn't be home for at least five more hours.  This gave him plenty of time to prepare.  He walked down to the basement and stood in front of a seemingly normal part of the wall.  With the flick of a finger, he opened a panel that revealed a keypad.  A few button presses later and a section of the wall had started to move backward and then off to the side.  Harold closed the keypad cover, which was nearly invisible to the naked eye when closed, and walked inside the hidden room, making sure to close the door behind him.
  The room was sound-proof, which was just how he intended.  A bed and table to his right looked like they came from a hospital surgery room, complete with surgical tools including a bone saw.  On the floor was a piece of metal placed inside a bucket of red-hot coals.  Directly in front of him were various torture and sexual devices, including a torture rack and a pile of assorted sex toys of various sizes.  Also in that area was a brand new infrared grill he had purchased the week prior.  Off to the left was a bed and a beautiful, young, female bear who looked about fifteen years younger than him.

Harold couldn't help but remember how this all came about.  He wanted a child of his own, but didn't want to deal with a relationship.  Plus, he wanted the child to be his own genetic offspring, not someone he adopted.  Being a prosecutor working in criminal law, he had seen and heard countless stories of torture, including the painstaking lengths the criminals had gone through to attempt to hide their actions.  All this, along with years of working with police, had given him more than enough knowledge on how to pick victims and how to hide the evidence.  Seven years ago he had this private room set up with the help of a contractor who had had a number of run-ins with the police.  The contractor agreed to keep this job off his records and not speak a word of it as long as Harold agreed to intentionally botch a murder case for his brother.  Harold agreed, and as planned the contractor's brother got off clean in what Harold claimed was a misrepresentation of evidence.
  So the room was finished, all he needed was a victim.  It took him a year, but he found her.  A beautiful, nineteen year old homeless woman named Sarah.  He offered to take her in, to give her shelter, clothing, and food.  Who could say no to such an offer?  Harold noted she didn't have any family.  No one knew she was out there, or that she was even alive.  She was the perfect victim, he thought.  He made up a guest room, where she slept for the first two months.  Everything was going well.  Then one day he spiked her food with a sleeping pill, and when she was out cold, he took her to the special room downstairs.  When she awoke she was stripped of her clothing and tied to the bed, with Harold naked and hovering over her.  He told her that she would be the one to bear him a child, which she did several months later.  Their child, Jennifer, had never seen her mother.  She was always told that her mom died while giving birth.  Meanwhile, Sarah had been subjected to continuing sexual abuse and torture.  She was constantly told that it was only a matter of time before Jennifer replaced her.  The thought of her baby girl, who she was never allowed to meet, having to suffer the same fate just broke her heart.  She cried herself to sleep every night.  This day, Harold thought, was the day that the adventure with Sarah would end.

Without even bothering to wake her up, Harold picked the limp body of his victim and carried her over to the hospital bed, where he quickly secured her arms.  By this time Sarah had woken up, but still had no idea what was happening.  "Today is the day, Sarah," Harold sneered.  "Our little girl turns five today.  She will replace you this evening.  Sadly, you won't live to see it."
  Shock covered Sarah's face.  She knew it was coming but didn't think it would be so soon.  Her girl was only five.  How could he subject such a young girl to such horrors?  She struggled against the restraints, but to no avail.  "We're going to have a very special meal tonight, Sarah," He said.  "You."  Her eyes opened wide, finally understanding the existence of the grill a mere ten feet away.  Tears flowed from her eyes as she shook her head.  She would speak, but she knew that would only bring about more punishment.  "Oh, but I wouldn't deprive you of the first taste," He laughed.
  Not wanting to waste the succulent thighs, Harold instead took the bone saw and targeted Sarah's left arm.  The moment the blade touched her skin, she jumped and tried to pull away, but the restraint kept her still.  He started to move the saw back and forth along the crease of her elbow, first cutting through the skin, causing its victim to scream in horror.  Harold didn't care about the noise at this point as the saw moved through her muscles without much effort.  The bone, however, slowed things down a bit.  Blood was pouring out of the wound and he knew he had to act quickly.  Finally he was through, he pulled the severed arm away and set it aside, then grabbed the glowing piece of metal and pressed it against the amputation stub in order to cauterize the wound.  The metal seared her skin, making her scream even louder.  Seconds later it was done, and the metal was put back into the bucket.

 It took Harold several minutes to remove the skin from the severed arm and to cut off pieces of meat, and then it took several more to cook it properly on the grill.  But soon enough he had a perfectly cooked piece of meat, which he cut up into small squares.  "Enjoy your last meal, Sarah," Harold said.  He shoved a small piece into her mouth, which she weakly chewed.  The loss of blood had left her woozy, but still awake and alert enough to know what was going on.  She was eating her own flesh, and to her surprise it actually tasted good.  She cursed herself for such thoughts, but couldn't help it.  Once she had finished each of the pieces, however, Harold picked the saw back up and aimed at her neck.  "Now, say goodnight, Sarah."

Later that night, Harold presented Jennifer with the most succulent meat they had ever tasted.  Jenny enjoyed every last bite, and even asked for more.  "Save room for cake, honey," her father said.  He didn't want her to miss out on the special sleeping pill frosting he made just for her.